Sunny Julien Divine

Permafrost for dead hearts, waiting for someone to take one swing and shatter it to pieces, no blood drops just black shattered parts, broken from the black unchanging pieces. Mockingly I smile and wait for signs of pain, you stare at my snare watching in disdain, the sensors then start working in your brain...and now you're in trouble, you do not fall but to my surprise you double... More about me